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As you may have guessed already, I don’t have much to write about these days. Life has sort of settled in a comfortable zone, with the chill in the air that adds to the sleepy mornings and then there is the chai to lift one’s mood. In short, life is good. There, I have finally said it! i .e. I am finally accepting my purpose in life!

It is good in a way that I have sort of expected that until I don’t wrack my brains or struggle I am never really going to achieve what I want. This has been apparent in my previous posts and yes, so ‘struggle’ is normal for me and I like it. It gives me a sense of an ending, of fulfillment  Have been doing bits of Delhi darshan which I really look forward. The husband and I have taken to visiting a few places we have had on the list and yes, we walk hand-in-hand (more so because my hands freeze and his remain warm). And I love the metro rides to and fro!

There was a family wedding last week which went off really well. Everyone participated and the beautiful bride (touch-wood) made it all worthwhile. Currently I am trying to reading few more books – introducing new authors and trying to review them on time for Bookzmandi

Will share a few pics soon! For now loving the winter chill (read freezing my ass off).

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  1. Sne18 December 2012 at 10:14

    Happy living, Nikita! The romance is intact and that's what matters. . . there's nothing like holding the hand of your loved one when winter falls. My fiance has been super busy with work :-( no time for love lol!
    Do take care and have a wonderful winter season :)And yes, do post some winter Delhi pictures!

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  2. R. Ramesh19 December 2012 at 21:21

    heyy nikki nice reading yar..have fun and take care..spl hi to H...wishes

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  3. Raghav21 December 2012 at 15:13

    finding your purpose in life. Ah yes, that elusive glorious goal that we are all running after. Good luck with that.

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  4. Jack23 December 2012 at 19:40

    Nikita,

    Awwwwww, you have been visiting Delhi but no time for meeting. Hope next visit you do find few moments. It seems winter has finally decided to settle.

    Take care

    PS : Left comment on previous post also.

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  5. Arv27 December 2012 at 15:52

    Enjoy :)

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  6. Nikita Banerjee Bhagat27 December 2012 at 16:07

    @ Sne

    Hey! The weather is lovely here (6 degrees and all). I will be posting some pics soon :)

    @ R.Ramesh

    Sure! He sends his regards to you buddy!

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  7. Nikita Banerjee Bhagat27 December 2012 at 16:08

    @ Raghav

    Thanks!

    @ Jack

    I haven't forgotten that we need to meet up! Soon friend, soon!

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  8. Nikita Banerjee Bhagat27 December 2012 at 16:09

    @ Arv

    Thank you buddy!

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  9. Jack3 February 2013 at 18:18

    Nikita,

    It is over a month and no new post. Hope all is well.

    Take care

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